"Well," Jane laughed, though at first she had managed to hold back and feign confusion over his sudden decision to return to the guard team. But later, those three words, "doing great, thanks," were nearly mouthed with a grin.
When it came to ruffling feathers, there was no one in this world who could match Jane Sampson's skill; James Black absolutely could not find her equal.
He watched the beauty whose face had turned into a blooming flower from laughter, lying on top of her without moving an inch, showing no intent of getting up whatsoever.
He just kept staring at the person beneath him.
After a long time, he said, "I'll be back home on Friday night, take good care of yourself while I'm away."
"Okay," Jane nodded quickly, sensing that the man on top of her seemed about to get up, as if to leave. Jane was just about to add that he should drive safely on the road when, unexpectedly, instead of following the script, James Black leaned in and kissed her.
